My Gangster [BTS fanfic]

Chapter 30

"Ahh I missed you stupid females!" A heavy arm dropped itself onto my shoulders and I almost fell. Looking up, it was Jungkook, smiling like a baby.

"I don't know whether to feel flattered or just annoyed." I shoved his arm off and rolled my eyes, dusting myself. Yana shoved him away from her and brushed her knees. She actually fell?

"Great, my new pair of jeans are torn." She muttered, looking up to the sky as if asking the heaven for help.

"I'll buy you some more after tomorrow night." Jungkook replied somewhat arrogantly. This boy, I swear to god.

"Why are you even here?" I looked around discreetly hoping to see Taehyung around somewhere. Sadly, I saw no sign of him.

"Just keeping an eye on you guys." He shrugged, taking out his phone.

"Why?" Yana asked.

"So that my hyungs don't kill me." He plugged his headphones in and continued walking with us.

"Go away."

Jungkook began to whistle and soon enough there was music blasting through the headphones he had in his ears, a sign he was ignoring us.

"This is why I don't like having him around." Yana hissed in my ear and I grinned at her.

"Yes, exactly why you guys kissed twice."

"I didn't kiss him back." She corrected.

"Whatever you say." I giggled.

"You kissed who?" Jungkook popped up from between both of our heads and we sprang backwards as he did so. His face showed that he was clearly not happy.

"No one." My friend answered briskly.

"You're not allowed to kiss anyone you kid." Jungkook hissed.

"What are you, my dad?" Yana shoved him away harshly, a frown on her face.

"No, I'm your dadd-"

I slapped a hand over his mouth and glared harshly. "Don't you dare finish that sentence Jungkook."

He rolled his eyes and pushed my hand away. "I forgot, innocent kids that can't even say shit."

"Yah!" I exclaimed, offended.

"Come on, we're getting come ice cream without this annoying butt." Yana took hold of my hand and dragged me away with Jungkook whining behind us.

Ellie's P.O.V

"What the hell?!" I turned around when the door to the dressing room burst open so suddenly. There was a figure standing there and my eyes grew wide. "Are you serious Yoongi?"

Yoongi, on the other hand, looked as if he might experience a heart attack. His eyes staring firmly at the dress I was holding up because the back was completely unzipped and exposed. He gulped, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, cheeks turning pink. Sweat beads formed on his forehead.

"What are you looking at?" I snapped.

"Nothing!"

I peered around his shoulder. "Where's Jimin?"

"Jimin?" Yoongi still seemed sort of out of it.

"What is wrong with you?" I put my hand on his forehead. It was hot, burning.

He suddenly grabbed hold of my wrist and I froze. The look in his eyes were different. They were staring at me up and down, judging me from head to toe. The grip on me tightened and I moved it, testing his strength.

"What?" I mumbled.

"Why are you...half dressed?" His voice sounded strained.

"It's just my zip...." I trailed off, understanding. My face instantly became hot and I pulled against Yoongi's hold and it was like fighting against an iron grip. "Thanks for letting me know, you can leave now."

"No."

I blinked. "Excuse me?"

He pulled me against him, plastering me across his chest, wrapping one arm around my waist firmly. This was not how I expected anything would go this day. Our faces were close due to the fact that Yoongi was decreasing the already small gap between us. His fingers ran up my spine and I couldn't hold back a shiver.

"If you're going to wear a dress..." His voice was a whisper, breath teasing my lips.

Yoongi's smooth fingers took hold of the zipper and slid it up slowly, nails occasionally digging softly into my back while I jumped slightly from the impact, eyes never leaving mine.

"Wear something you can handle on your own little princess." Quickly, pressing his lips against mine for a short peck, Yoongi's body detached from mine as if it had never been there. His hands were folded behind him and his face held his smirk.

"You look ravishing though." He commented, winking and leaving the area. I was standing there dumbfounded, open mouthed and like a fool. What the hell was that? Why had he made me want to expect more?

"That little tease..." I grumbled under my breath, angry for no reason. Just then, Jimin came bounding like a cute puppy, face changing from all happy to a concerned one when he saw me frowning like I was about to cry.

"What happened?" Jimin asked cautiously, wondering whether I would lash out at him probably.

"You're such a bad brother." I hit his shoulder and he took a step back. "What did I do?"

I scoffed. "You're supposed to give me a hug instead of asking me what's wrong and look at you. You can't even say that I look good in the stupid dress or not, I hate you!"

Jimin blinked, clearly not understanding my dilemma.

I groaned. "Forget it, I'll get changed."

"No wait, I'll still give you a hug!" He cried out when I shut the door to the dressing room.

"No thank you!" I called out, grabbing my hair and trying not to scream. Yoongi did not play fair. And I would get back at him, he had better square up.

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